His mind kept the airspace but sold the sun.
At night, he ordered his own sun, which was
Supposedly arriving soon, they said,
In entourages of azures and clouds.

A state had been charged with charging him,
Then a state was charged for charging him.
The absence of exposition hit home
And so, like a chord that needs resolving

After yeahyeahyeahyeah, he was sent home.
Now things are clear now and so less clear now:
The scent of summer in all autumn sound;
The shore and chatoyance of the sea stones;

And a hayness in the wavelength a black
Horse inhales en route back to the barn. Tune
Me in then tune me out again with your yeah
Yeahyeahyeah and your big hole in the sky.